Oh
The guy from Copenhagen sold his gold for a crimson stew
The guy from Copenhagen a crook a cheat a baron too
Sold his gold for a crimson stew
Oh
Endless is this fools path
Oh Oh Oh
Blinded by his own bloodbath
Oh
The Man from Copenhagen had the strength to hold it all
The Man from Copenhagen went kaput oh what a fall
Had the strength to hold it all
Oh
But now the Man is gone
In the dark His fate is drawn
Oh
Oh
Oh What will You do What will You do
Oh You fool so lost so untrue
Helpless Man Where will You turn
Just to crash just to burn
The Man from Granada deserved a Gibson to His head
The Man from Granada cried as His heart just cracked and bled
Deserved a Gibson to His head
Oh
The Man from Vienna wouldn't think before the fall
The Man from Vienna grieved when Fate had doomed it all
Wouldn't think before the fall
Oh Oh
Oh What will You do What will You do
Oh You fool so lost so untrue
Helpless Man Where will You turn
Just to crash just to burn
Such a Foolish Man playing the game
Miserable yet searching for Someone to blame
Loving only What He can replace
Trapped in a cycle He cannot escape
But no harm will come to Me
Laughing as He drowns in His own misery
Oh
Woe is Me a Foolish Man who lost all He had Oh Love
And This is a Dumb Song bout This Sad Shove
Oh
Dumb Man whose Blood flows straight from His Brain
To His Rod running in vain
Running in vain
Running in vain